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Nie Fan ignored the turmoil in the capital. On a hill outside the capital, he drank a full jar of monkey wine, closed his eyes and rested his breath, and meditated in a deep heart.

This battle seemed relaxed, but it was also full of crisis and consumed a lot.

His whole body was as sharp as a sword, constantly regulating his breathing. In the nine heavens not far away, his eyes flashed majestic and looked at Nie Fan, feeling the cold murderous intent emitted from his body, and there was a faint doubt in his eyes. It was the first time that it had followed Nie Fan for so long that the murderous intent on Nie Fan lasted for so long and so strong.

"Hanshan, do you know everything?"

On a very small, nameless road in the capital city, in an ordinary Western-style four-story building, an old man sitting in a shaking chair facing Zhao Hanshan, spoke calmly.

Zhao Hanshan stood behind him, looking at his shaking white hair, with a slightly respectful look, nodding and said, "Yes."

But his eyes were a little solemn and hesitated.

"I know what you are worried about," the old man turned his back to Zhao Hanshan, unable to see his face clearly. His voice was vicissitudes and seemed a little tired. The chair shook gently and the sound came: "I can tell you that Nie Fan is not from Lingmen."

"No?" Zhao Hanshan was stunned and immediately said, "Master, do you know where Nie Fan's inheritance came from?"

This question is not only Zhao Hanshan, but also the entire ancient martial arts world is actually talking about it. Even if it is speculation that Nie Fan is from the Lingmen, they are also looking for what Nie Fan's martial arts are.

The old man on the chair was silent for a while and said, "I don't know either, but it's not from the Lingmen, nor is it the force we monitor. I have never seen his martial arts before, it looks like an ancient inheritance."

"Ancient inheritance?" Zhao Hanshan frowned slightly. Various ancient legends in China were as dense as the sea, and the story of practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal was even more vast. It is not surprising that some famous mountains, rivers, dangerous mountains and rivers occasionally discovered the remains of ancient practitioners, but how could Nie Fan, an ordinary person, get such inheritance?

"Has Xiaoxuan found Nie Fan?" Zhao Hanshan was still shocked, and the person on the chair spoke again.

"I'm in touch." Zhao Hanshan came to his senses and frowned.

"Hanshan, I've told you a long time ago," the old man on the chair did not look back, but seemed to clearly see Zhao Hanshan's expression, and said, "You are too cautious in your name and suppress yourself too much. Although this is beneficial to your work, it is sometimes very unfavorable."

Zhao Hanshan knew that he was referring to Nie Fan, and pondered and said, "Master, I will handle this matter carefully."

"Well," the old man nodded and said, "The above has begun to take advantage of this opportunity to make arrangements. Nie Fan may be the key."

"I understand, Master." Zhao Hanshan was stunned, and then his eyes flashed sharply.

The entire capital was alarmed. As the matter in front of the cemetery in the east of the city gradually spread, the already weird atmosphere in the capital became more and more quiet and dull. Everyone was restraining, but the various undercurrents in the secret passage could no longer be stopped and extended in an unpredictable direction.

At this moment, in an ancient bluestone brick house in the south of the city, a young man about ten years old looked at the two old men in front of him, smiled calmly, and said, "What do you think?"

There were two old men standing in front of him, the two men watching the door of the underground street. They looked at each other, looked at the young man, and said, "Master, we don't think he is an abandoned disciple of the Lingmen."

The young man in front of me who looks only ten years old is actually the head of the Chu family, Chu Tianhao, who is said to be very rare to show up. The dragon is not seen at the head and the tail, and the head of Chu family, who is not seen at all!

Chu Tianhao looked at the two of them, smiled undeniably, took a sip of tea on the table, and said, "I guess the matter is not over yet. You guys are watching. If necessary, help this kid."

A person with a 10-year-old face is called another child in his twenties. Anyone who looks at it will be strange, but the two old men in front of him have no strange looks at all. They know that the young men in front of him are older than them!

"It's the head of the family." The two old men looked at each other and replied respectfully. The head of the family said this, which means that the Chu family had no intention of expanding in the chaos.

In the north of the city, in a newly renovated yard, Yang Zhi sat on a chair, with an extremely calm expression, and her eyes were full of fanaticism and was constantly losing something in her hands.

On the coffee table in front of him, there were several thick stacks of information, with the labels on them with words such as "Xiao Banshan", "Feng Family", and "Xue Sha Alliance".

Yang Zhiyong sat opposite, with no expression on his face, and looked at Yang Zhi and said, "Did you really decide to do this?"

Yang Zhi didn't say anything, and his hands kept moving.

"You should know," Yang Zhi still calmed in his voice, saying, "Whether it is Xiaobanshan, Xuesha Alliance, or the Feng family, they have mysterious forces behind them. If they lose the bet, the consequences will never stop at you."

"I know." Yang Zhi did not raise his head, his eyes flashed with hot flashes, and his hands kept saying: "It may be those star-rated powerful people who left."

Seeing Yang Zhiyong, he knew that he had made up his mind after careful consideration. He was silent for a while and stopped talking.

Yang Zhi used both hands, constantly looking at the information in front of him, deleting useful things, and entering the phone.

"What's going on? Why are there so many police cars?"

"Yes, what's the difference between this and martial law?"

"Is something big happening?"

On the main roads of the capital, alarm bells rang through the sky, rows of police cars were back and forth in the capital, and various road signs for warnings and prohibitions were seen everywhere.

Similarly, all kinds of people in the dark traveled through the capital, like ghosts in the dark, flashing away.

In Baicaotang, Wei Tao practiced boxing in the yard. After washing the meridians and marrow, he practiced domineering spirit and achieved twice the result with half the effort. He had already cultivated a faint true energy in his body.

Although he had no spiritual consciousness and no keen sense of spiritual consciousness, the chill that kept coming in his boxing still told him that there were dangerous people peeking at him, which made him feel chilled.

But Wei Tao was pressing hard, still as steady as if he felt nothing, his fist was like the wind, strong and brave.

The people around the outside looked at Wei Tao who was not moving at all, and their eyes were flashing and their murderous intent was scattered.

But no one rushed into the small Baicaotang because before getting close, they received some mysterious but terrifying masters warnings. Those who did not listen to the warning had long disappeared.

Although Wei Tao was not confused, he was also worried. He already knew that Nie Fan had killed nearly twenty top ancient martial arts masters in one breath. Although this was domineering and cheerful, it also laid a great trouble.

He knew clearly that the elephant level was not the end of ancient martial arts, and that two fists could not match four hands. No matter how strong a person was, he could not challenge the entire world. Now Nie Fan has completely angered the four major forces including the Feng family in the Xiaobanshan. They are already sharpening their swords and preparing to take action with all their strength. Can Nie Fan escape this disaster?
Chapter completed!